It was a sad, sad tale. Her parents had divorced; her mother married a Temperance man and took her far, far away from the small Pennsylvania town where her father remained, eking out a living at his tiny distillery.
As a child, she was Temperance, too. But as an adult, overcome by holiday stress, she received a gift bottle of her father's product, forget her pledge, and fell prey to her Parumph, PA Pa rum.
P.S.: Close, but no hooch bottle. Hmm, Pahrump envy?
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